C220 A Mysterious Gift

"Mo Xiaowei, can't you just sit on the bed obediently and stay there?" Helian Tianliang put down the pen and pressed his temple with a headache.

"If Tianliang sat down, I think I would die of depression." Xiaowei's small face wrinkled and looked very reluctant.

"Mo Xiaowei, if you don't sit up obediently, I will help you think of more ways to die." Helian Tianliang threatened